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I don't know quite how I got here. I vaguely recall walking in the woods, and I know that as I hiked, I felt powerfully sexy and very luscious, delectably fuckable even, in my little Catholic school skirt and thin white blouse. I have no idea why I donned such an impractical outfit for a hike in the woods, maybe I thought I could pick up a handsome stranger like you while so dressed. I just don't remember.
The first thing I really DO remember, is going off the trail, deeper and deeper into the forebidding woods to get a closer look at some pretty, shimmering little lights. I was not at all scared, just fascinated, uncontrollably drawn to those tiny lights in the distance. Were these fireflies, visible in mid-day? As I got closer to these little sparkling lights, I remember thinking they reminded me of Tinkerbell's fairy dust in "Peter Pan", and wondering what powerful magical spell this fairy dust might work on me.
The next thing I knew, I remember this powerful, irresistible feeling of horniness washing over me from head to toe. Was this the magic that this fairy dust works? I didn't know, and I didn't care. All I knew was that I had to lie down right then and there, on the thick carpet of leaves beneath a tree, rip my clothes open, and I simply could NOT resist the powerful urge to excitedly play with my own breasts and pussy. I rubbed and fondled and cupped my breasts, pinched and squeezed and massaged my nipples, while my fingers diddled my clit and my G-spot into an overpowering frenzy. I ran my fingers through my long, black hair, wishing it were a lover like you, running HIS fingers through my hair. I eagerly, excitedly, repeatedly licked my lips, wishing and hoping that there could soon be a long, thick cock for me to pleasure, at the end of my swirling tongue.
Finally, as I played with myself over and over again, the dam burst, and arching my back, I came long and strong and hard. Once the floodgates opened, they wouldn't stop, and I came 20, 50, maybe 100 times in rapid succession. The magic of the fairy-dust was that there seemed to be NO limit to the number of orgasms I could achieve without getting tired or sore, and without feeling that I was in the least bit satisfied, no sense that I had had enough and could stop now. I was just a non-stop sex machine, wanting and needing more and more of this powerful orgasmic sensation. I twisted and writhed and moaned, for hours on end, maybe days, as my hot, wet, dripping pussy burst forth in one glorious, mind-numbing orgasm after another after another.
That is when you approached. I could see you approaching. Oh yes, I was WATCHING you. Your long, muscular, hairy, manly legs in those skimpy beige hiking shorts, calf-high white socks, and sturdy brown leather hiking shoes. Sweat glistening on the rippling muscles of your bare, hairy, manly chest.
As you approached, you heard my moans, and you called out, "Are you all right, miss?" You probably thought I had been beaten, raped, and left for dead here deep in the woods. But as you approached, you began to hear what I was softly moaning to you:
"Take off your shorts right here and NOW, oh handsome stranger, and be my loving stud. Right about now, I really NEED about a mile of thick, hard, cock pounding into me. Can you help me? PLEASE?"
And I fondly recall that your response was...
The first thing I really DO remember, is going off the trail, deeper and deeper into the forebidding woods to get a closer look at some pretty, shimmering little lights. I was not at all scared, just fascinated, uncontrollably drawn to those tiny lights in the distance. Were these fireflies, visible in mid-day? As I got closer to these little sparkling lights, I remember thinking they reminded me of Tinkerbell's fairy dust in "Peter Pan", and wondering what powerful magical spell this fairy dust might work on me.
The next thing I knew, I remember this powerful, irresistible feeling of horniness washing over me from head to toe. Was this the magic that this fairy dust works? I didn't know, and I didn't care. All I knew was that I had to lie down right then and there, on the thick carpet of leaves beneath a tree, rip my clothes open, and I simply could NOT resist the powerful urge to excitedly play with my own breasts and pussy. I rubbed and fondled and cupped my breasts, pinched and squeezed and massaged my nipples, while my fingers diddled my clit and my G-spot into an overpowering frenzy. I ran my fingers through my long, black hair, wishing it were a lover like you, running HIS fingers through my hair. I eagerly, excitedly, repeatedly licked my lips, wishing and hoping that there could soon be a long, thick cock for me to pleasure, at the end of my swirling tongue.
Finally, as I played with myself over and over again, the dam burst, and arching my back, I came long and strong and hard. Once the floodgates opened, they wouldn't stop, and I came 20, 50, maybe 100 times in rapid succession. The magic of the fairy-dust was that there seemed to be NO limit to the number of orgasms I could achieve without getting tired or sore, and without feeling that I was in the least bit satisfied, no sense that I had had enough and could stop now. I was just a non-stop sex machine, wanting and needing more and more of this powerful orgasmic sensation. I twisted and writhed and moaned, for hours on end, maybe days, as my hot, wet, dripping pussy burst forth in one glorious, mind-numbing orgasm after another after another.
That is when you approached. I could see you approaching. Oh yes, I was WATCHING you. Your long, muscular, hairy, manly legs in those skimpy beige hiking shorts, calf-high white socks, and sturdy brown leather hiking shoes. Sweat glistening on the rippling muscles of your bare, hairy, manly chest.
As you approached, you heard my moans, and you called out, "Are you all right, miss?" You probably thought I had been beaten, raped, and left for dead here deep in the woods. But as you approached, you began to hear what I was softly moaning to you:
"Take off your shorts right here and NOW, oh handsome stranger, and be my loving stud. Right about now, I really NEED about a mile of thick, hard, cock pounding into me. Can you help me? PLEASE?"
And I fondly recall that your response was...